aGorm
Waste
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Right. Its been a curazy ass week. First I get a new game (Call of Chtulu: Dark Corners of the Earth). And boy is it awesome. And hard. And freaktastic! But also its based off the works of H.P Lovecraft. So I decided to get a book by the aforementioned writer. Big...mistake. I couldn't sleep for a night, not after reading ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Rats in the Walls├óÔé¼┬Ø. God...good god thats freaky.
Then I also get to go through the INSANE last week of school (Lets cram knowledge into our skulls one last time!). I also preformed at a concert, three songs no less! I also have singed on with GASP another mod!
No not a TA Spring mod. An Oblivion Mod! First I had this great idea (Underdark, a massive cave system the player is trapped in). So I posted it on line. And the first reply, the FIRST DAMN Reply was ├óÔé¼┼ôHey we are already making this mod! Want to sine up?├óÔé¼┬Ø. At first I was mortified. Then I realized that the other mod team was open to my ideas, thought that many of them were crazy enough to work (like the man eating goblins!) and let me singe up as a mapper/lore writer!
Huzza for me!
Unfortunanaly that sucked time away from Wastes like some kind of...times sucking vampire. But soon school will be out, and the adventures of April, Jess, Winchester, Luke, Mathew, Arnold and The Watcher will continue in full swing. I'm not dead yet...again.
Oh and there are three reoccurring Themes in Waste:
Cruelty
Preservation
and Pornographic Playing Cards!
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Chapter Four: Alternate Employment
April's Employer held a small glass of bourbon. It shook in his hand as he walked into his rooms, deep in the IRS building. He was a incredible shot, a born fire mage. He could drop an enemy a mile away with a single pellet of pure energy, slung from his mind. But number 13 did not have the temperament for combat. He got the shakes whenever he had killed people. After he killed his first man 13 had hit the bottle now.
Now he was drinking. A lot. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn it├óÔé¼┬Ø he muttered, walking into his darkened room. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't├óÔé¼┬Ø a voice said from the shadows of his room. ├óÔé¼┼ôWorry├óÔé¼┬Ø A second voice finished. 13 snapped his fingers and lights flared into the room, a flame flicking on in the celling. ├óÔé¼┼ô00? 01!├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said, jaw gaping. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe needed to check├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOn your progression, 13├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôProgression?├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 asked ├óÔé¼┼ôProgression? I just send four people to their death├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôAs we said├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't worry├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 finished ├óÔé¼┼ôApril and her compatriots are very├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôMuch alive├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I sent them to the strong point of the N.E.T in Utah├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said, setting the bourbon down ├óÔé¼┼ôArmed with...second hand Silt Suits and low power fire sticks!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes but├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe sent a Watcher├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood god├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 whispered, the bourbon slipping through his fingers. It shattered on the cold floor, spreading the liquid along with shards of glass. ├óÔé¼┼ôAs you can see├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôPerfectly safe├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished.
The door flew open and April saw a glimpse of the computer Core. It was a massive, completely clear, crystal, sitting in the midst of a large collection of fibers. Unfortunately her view was obscured by hundreds of N.E.T soldiers. April slammed the door shut, breathing heavily. On second though, maybe it was slightly less then a hundred. Then the door exploded, plasma burning through it like bolts of lighting from some vengeful god. April shoved her fire stick into a hole and pressed the button on the side as fast as she could.
Jess ran up, following suit. Arnold collapsed, hand over his stomach. Winchester shoved the falling man out of the way as a second folly of plasma fire rent the door, turning it into swiss cheese. Winchester dived to the side, plasma singing his Silt Suit. Arnold rolled, showing that he was at least alive for the moment. Jess jerked his fire stick out, but April left her's in the hole. Then the plasma fire stopped, and the door slowly fell inwards. April's fire stick broke with a crack.
April was tensed, ready to leap out and kick and bite, and do whatever she could with no other weapon. She looked around, in the smoke filled room. Fire blasts and plasma bolts had melted parts of the wall and something smelt of burnt flesh. The smoke slowly drifted apart and April saw that she had been wrong. There hadn't been hundred of N.E.T soldiers in the room. There had been twenty or so. And each of them was dead, a fire burned hole through their armor. ├óÔé¼┼ôShit├óÔé¼┬Ø April muttered. She looked back to Winchester ├óÔé¼┼ôGet the genie!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôArnold is dying!├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester shouted. April looked at Arnold from her position. He would die after a while, the plasma burn through his stomach had probably breached many veins and capillaries, and he would bleed out. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't worry├óÔé¼┬Ø April said just toss me the genie├óÔé¼┬Ø. Winchester threw her the genie 'bottle' and April caught the net link in her hand. Then she pulled a vial out of her back pack.
├óÔé¼┼ôIt still hurts├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke groaned. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop whining├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew snapped. Luke always hated needles, and drawing blood was definitely the worse needle possible. ├óÔé¼┼ôI still feel faint├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke groaned. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril needed that blood more then you did├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew pointed out. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke said ├óÔé¼┼ôDo you think she's using it right now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mathew thought about it ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts only if they are in an emergency. And knowing April she'll never get into an emergency├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôShe's not perfect├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke said. ├óÔé¼┼ôPfft!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou obviously weren't paying attention├óÔé¼┬Ø. There was a knock on their door and their host, a young woman, walked in with a tray of cookies. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou get these, young man├óÔé¼┬Ø she said to Luke. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm ten├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd...cookies?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou need to build your sugar up├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan I have some?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø The woman said, handing him the tray.
├óÔé¼┼ôI have a question├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes?├óÔé¼┬Ø The woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan we have anything? Its really boring in this place├óÔé¼┬Ø. The woman pursed her lips ├óÔé¼┼ôYour right...this place is a little unlively├óÔé¼┬Ø. That was true. The room was essentially two cots and bare walls. Almost as bad as the hotel room, minus the horrible smell. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat would you like?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôPlaying cards!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew said, cutting Luke off from whatever he was going to say.
├óÔé¼┼ôYes, mistress!├óÔé¼┬Ø the genie said, popping to existence a few inches above the ground. Then it looked around at the corpses and sniffed ├óÔé¼┼ôYou do make a rather large mess├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôShut up├óÔé¼┬Ø April said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have two wishes├óÔé¼┬Ø. The genie nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd so?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOne, heal my friend over there├óÔé¼┬Ø April said, pointing to Arnold. ├óÔé¼┼ôVery well!├óÔé¼┬Ø the genie shouted. There was a crack of lighting and Arnold sat up, looking at the hole that used to be in his guts. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow could you access the computer memory and retrieve important files, put it on a data crystal then melt the entire thing?├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The genie thought about it for a moment. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...its...well├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a big task├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet to it!├óÔé¼┬Ø April shouted, agitation getting the better of her. ├óÔé¼┼ôVery well├óÔé¼┬Ø The genie said. The computer core fizzed, sparks flashing out of it. The entire crystal shattered in one moment, shards flying every which way. April ducked, feeling one narrowly miss her face. Then there was silence and April looked up. The room was clear of smoke, the concussion of the computer core blowing dispersing it.
It was non discript, for a room at least. Just a semi spherical mantra with the computer core in the middle. Or what was left of the computer core, as now the entire thing was a few shards of blackened crystal and some sparking wires. ├óÔé¼┼ôJesus, Genie!├óÔé¼┬Ø April snapped ├óÔé¼┼ôDid you have to blow the damn thing up├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Genie was looking very cross ├óÔé¼┼ôI did exactly what was asked of me, now may I leave├óÔé¼┬Ø he offered his hand to April, where in a single data crystal lay. April took it and nodded. The genie looked at her, still angry, and dissipated with a crack. The net link closed with a snap.
April pocketed the Net link ├óÔé¼┼ôLets get out of here before more crazy shit happens├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. The others nodded, Winchester mumbling something about a drinking limit. April took a step and stumbled slightly. She looked down at what had caused her to stumble. Everything seemed fine. But when she lifted, or tired to lift, her foot it came away slowly, as if pulling through thick sludge. Her boot had sunk partially into the floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôGuys├óÔé¼┬Ø April said, starting to shover her way past them ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have a problem├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Then a droplet of something zipped past her eye. April looked up and saw that the celling above her was starting to melt, forming stalactites of metal. It was a cold melting, not boiling hot or anything. ├óÔé¼┼ôFuck!├óÔé¼┬Ø April snapped. Her foot was trapped. She tried to jerk it out, but only succeeded in getting her other foot stuck deeper. Winchester was trying nobly as well, but he was sinking even faster then April. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril!├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats happening?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know!├óÔé¼┬Ø April shouted back, reaching for her foot to pull it out with her hands.
Then she realized how monumentally stupid that was and jerked her hands back. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do we do?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess asked. He was sinking slower then the rest, for a reason April couldn't fathom. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø April said. A horrible panic was rising in her, the kind that kills you if you let it take over. ├óÔé¼┼ôLady!├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester shouted. His face was upturned, and with a jolt April realized the Knight was sunk up to his chin. ├óÔé¼┼ôWinchester!├óÔé¼┬Ø April struggled through the goop. It was thinning. She managed to get about a foot closer to Winchester before the old man was sucked completely under.
Arnold was gone as well, only his hand sticking up and over the floor. That too slowly slurped under the quick sand like floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm afraid├óÔé¼┬Ø. The man was sunk up to his chest, and falling. April struggled out ├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, reaching out with her hand. Jess grabbed it, contact despite their distance and situation. April had time to wonder at the softness of his palms, the lack of callouses unlike her hand. Then her head was under, and all she could focus on was the feeling of his fingers squeezing her's.
Then the hand was slid out of hers, and April was forced into the nightmare of sliding liquid and pressing cold. Alone.
Then I also get to go through the INSANE last week of school (Lets cram knowledge into our skulls one last time!). I also preformed at a concert, three songs no less! I also have singed on with GASP another mod!
No not a TA Spring mod. An Oblivion Mod! First I had this great idea (Underdark, a massive cave system the player is trapped in). So I posted it on line. And the first reply, the FIRST DAMN Reply was ├óÔé¼┼ôHey we are already making this mod! Want to sine up?├óÔé¼┬Ø. At first I was mortified. Then I realized that the other mod team was open to my ideas, thought that many of them were crazy enough to work (like the man eating goblins!) and let me singe up as a mapper/lore writer!
Huzza for me!
Unfortunanaly that sucked time away from Wastes like some kind of...times sucking vampire. But soon school will be out, and the adventures of April, Jess, Winchester, Luke, Mathew, Arnold and The Watcher will continue in full swing. I'm not dead yet...again.
Oh and there are three reoccurring Themes in Waste:
Cruelty
Preservation
and Pornographic Playing Cards!
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Chapter Four: Alternate Employment
April's Employer held a small glass of bourbon. It shook in his hand as he walked into his rooms, deep in the IRS building. He was a incredible shot, a born fire mage. He could drop an enemy a mile away with a single pellet of pure energy, slung from his mind. But number 13 did not have the temperament for combat. He got the shakes whenever he had killed people. After he killed his first man 13 had hit the bottle now.
Now he was drinking. A lot. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn it├óÔé¼┬Ø he muttered, walking into his darkened room. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't├óÔé¼┬Ø a voice said from the shadows of his room. ├óÔé¼┼ôWorry├óÔé¼┬Ø A second voice finished. 13 snapped his fingers and lights flared into the room, a flame flicking on in the celling. ├óÔé¼┼ô00? 01!├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said, jaw gaping. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe needed to check├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôOn your progression, 13├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôProgression?├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 asked ├óÔé¼┼ôProgression? I just send four people to their death├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôAs we said├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't worry├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 finished ├óÔé¼┼ôApril and her compatriots are very├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôMuch alive├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I sent them to the strong point of the N.E.T in Utah├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said, setting the bourbon down ├óÔé¼┼ôArmed with...second hand Silt Suits and low power fire sticks!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes but├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe sent a Watcher├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood god├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 whispered, the bourbon slipping through his fingers. It shattered on the cold floor, spreading the liquid along with shards of glass. ├óÔé¼┼ôAs you can see├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôPerfectly safe├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished.
The door flew open and April saw a glimpse of the computer Core. It was a massive, completely clear, crystal, sitting in the midst of a large collection of fibers. Unfortunately her view was obscured by hundreds of N.E.T soldiers. April slammed the door shut, breathing heavily. On second though, maybe it was slightly less then a hundred. Then the door exploded, plasma burning through it like bolts of lighting from some vengeful god. April shoved her fire stick into a hole and pressed the button on the side as fast as she could.
Jess ran up, following suit. Arnold collapsed, hand over his stomach. Winchester shoved the falling man out of the way as a second folly of plasma fire rent the door, turning it into swiss cheese. Winchester dived to the side, plasma singing his Silt Suit. Arnold rolled, showing that he was at least alive for the moment. Jess jerked his fire stick out, but April left her's in the hole. Then the plasma fire stopped, and the door slowly fell inwards. April's fire stick broke with a crack.
April was tensed, ready to leap out and kick and bite, and do whatever she could with no other weapon. She looked around, in the smoke filled room. Fire blasts and plasma bolts had melted parts of the wall and something smelt of burnt flesh. The smoke slowly drifted apart and April saw that she had been wrong. There hadn't been hundred of N.E.T soldiers in the room. There had been twenty or so. And each of them was dead, a fire burned hole through their armor. ├óÔé¼┼ôShit├óÔé¼┬Ø April muttered. She looked back to Winchester ├óÔé¼┼ôGet the genie!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôArnold is dying!├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester shouted. April looked at Arnold from her position. He would die after a while, the plasma burn through his stomach had probably breached many veins and capillaries, and he would bleed out. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't worry├óÔé¼┬Ø April said just toss me the genie├óÔé¼┬Ø. Winchester threw her the genie 'bottle' and April caught the net link in her hand. Then she pulled a vial out of her back pack.
├óÔé¼┼ôIt still hurts├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke groaned. ├óÔé¼┼ôStop whining├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew snapped. Luke always hated needles, and drawing blood was definitely the worse needle possible. ├óÔé¼┼ôI still feel faint├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke groaned. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril needed that blood more then you did├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew pointed out. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke said ├óÔé¼┼ôDo you think she's using it right now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Mathew thought about it ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts only if they are in an emergency. And knowing April she'll never get into an emergency├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôShe's not perfect├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke said. ├óÔé¼┼ôPfft!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou obviously weren't paying attention├óÔé¼┬Ø. There was a knock on their door and their host, a young woman, walked in with a tray of cookies. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou get these, young man├óÔé¼┬Ø she said to Luke. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm ten├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd...cookies?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou need to build your sugar up├óÔé¼┬Ø the woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan I have some?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø The woman said, handing him the tray.
├óÔé¼┼ôI have a question├óÔé¼┬Ø Luke said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes?├óÔé¼┬Ø The woman said. ├óÔé¼┼ôCan we have anything? Its really boring in this place├óÔé¼┬Ø. The woman pursed her lips ├óÔé¼┼ôYour right...this place is a little unlively├óÔé¼┬Ø. That was true. The room was essentially two cots and bare walls. Almost as bad as the hotel room, minus the horrible smell. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat would you like?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôPlaying cards!├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew said, cutting Luke off from whatever he was going to say.
├óÔé¼┼ôYes, mistress!├óÔé¼┬Ø the genie said, popping to existence a few inches above the ground. Then it looked around at the corpses and sniffed ├óÔé¼┼ôYou do make a rather large mess├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôShut up├óÔé¼┬Ø April said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have two wishes├óÔé¼┬Ø. The genie nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd so?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôOne, heal my friend over there├óÔé¼┬Ø April said, pointing to Arnold. ├óÔé¼┼ôVery well!├óÔé¼┬Ø the genie shouted. There was a crack of lighting and Arnold sat up, looking at the hole that used to be in his guts. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow could you access the computer memory and retrieve important files, put it on a data crystal then melt the entire thing?├óÔé¼┬Ø.
The genie thought about it for a moment. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...its...well├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts a big task├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet to it!├óÔé¼┬Ø April shouted, agitation getting the better of her. ├óÔé¼┼ôVery well├óÔé¼┬Ø The genie said. The computer core fizzed, sparks flashing out of it. The entire crystal shattered in one moment, shards flying every which way. April ducked, feeling one narrowly miss her face. Then there was silence and April looked up. The room was clear of smoke, the concussion of the computer core blowing dispersing it.
It was non discript, for a room at least. Just a semi spherical mantra with the computer core in the middle. Or what was left of the computer core, as now the entire thing was a few shards of blackened crystal and some sparking wires. ├óÔé¼┼ôJesus, Genie!├óÔé¼┬Ø April snapped ├óÔé¼┼ôDid you have to blow the damn thing up├óÔé¼┬Ø. The Genie was looking very cross ├óÔé¼┼ôI did exactly what was asked of me, now may I leave├óÔé¼┬Ø he offered his hand to April, where in a single data crystal lay. April took it and nodded. The genie looked at her, still angry, and dissipated with a crack. The net link closed with a snap.
April pocketed the Net link ├óÔé¼┼ôLets get out of here before more crazy shit happens├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. The others nodded, Winchester mumbling something about a drinking limit. April took a step and stumbled slightly. She looked down at what had caused her to stumble. Everything seemed fine. But when she lifted, or tired to lift, her foot it came away slowly, as if pulling through thick sludge. Her boot had sunk partially into the floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôGuys├óÔé¼┬Ø April said, starting to shover her way past them ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have a problem├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Then a droplet of something zipped past her eye. April looked up and saw that the celling above her was starting to melt, forming stalactites of metal. It was a cold melting, not boiling hot or anything. ├óÔé¼┼ôFuck!├óÔé¼┬Ø April snapped. Her foot was trapped. She tried to jerk it out, but only succeeded in getting her other foot stuck deeper. Winchester was trying nobly as well, but he was sinking even faster then April. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril!├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats happening?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know!├óÔé¼┬Ø April shouted back, reaching for her foot to pull it out with her hands.
Then she realized how monumentally stupid that was and jerked her hands back. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat do we do?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess asked. He was sinking slower then the rest, for a reason April couldn't fathom. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø April said. A horrible panic was rising in her, the kind that kills you if you let it take over. ├óÔé¼┼ôLady!├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester shouted. His face was upturned, and with a jolt April realized the Knight was sunk up to his chin. ├óÔé¼┼ôWinchester!├óÔé¼┬Ø April struggled through the goop. It was thinning. She managed to get about a foot closer to Winchester before the old man was sucked completely under.
Arnold was gone as well, only his hand sticking up and over the floor. That too slowly slurped under the quick sand like floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm afraid├óÔé¼┬Ø. The man was sunk up to his chest, and falling. April struggled out ├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, reaching out with her hand. Jess grabbed it, contact despite their distance and situation. April had time to wonder at the softness of his palms, the lack of callouses unlike her hand. Then her head was under, and all she could focus on was the feeling of his fingers squeezing her's.
Then the hand was slid out of hers, and April was forced into the nightmare of sliding liquid and pressing cold. Alone.
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Homer Simpson wrote:And now i'll just reach down and pull my feet out with my hands. Oh!. now i'll just reach down and pull my hands out with my face.
Zoombie wrote:├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know!├óÔé¼┬Ø April shouted back, reaching for her foot to pull it out with her hands.
Then she realized how monumentally stupid that was and jerked her hands back.
Emotions? EGADS!
The man sat at the piano, playing a slow melody. It was haunting and deeply disturbing. The piano itself was old, cracked with age. It was a minor miracle, and a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into it, that the strings were even intact. But, when Judas Whittaker had found it many years ago, he had instantly fallen in love with the haunting, warped notes the piano would put out. It enchanted him, even now, how the piano was still beautiful, but twisted.
Eugene watched her father playing the piano, hugging her teddy bear to her chest. The melody had brought her down stairs, despise her mothers insistence that she sleep. But Eugene couldn't help but follow the notes, down. Down. Eugene looked at her fathers back, bent from age. At his hair, the hair that was beginning to go gray. Hatred and love wormed their way through her little mind. Eugen had hated and loved her father sense when he had first...
Eugene couldn't think about it. Wouldn't...think about it. She turned away from Daddy, her little almost squeezing the teddy bear in half. She tip toed up the stairs, as the melody stopped. Then one of the stairs creaked. ├óÔé¼┼ôMellisa?├óÔé¼┬Ø Daddy asked. Eugene started to run, run faster. ├óÔé¼┼ôEugene!├óÔé¼┬Ø Daddy shouted, anger in his voice. He was behind her ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you doing, its late!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, grabbing her arm. ├óÔé¼┼ôLET ME GO!├óÔé¼┬Ø Eugene shouted, kicking at Daddy. He gasped as his knee gave way under Eugene's foot.
Then he was tottering backwards, grabbing at something, anything. But the stair case had no banister. His fingers slipped along the walls and he began to tumble back down the stairs. There was a wet crack and Eugene stared at her fathers body. He was still breathing, but there was something unnatural about how his arm had bent, at how his legs twitched. At the massive bump next to his kneecap. Eugene felt cold. ├óÔé¼┼ôJudas?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mommy said from down the stairs.
Eugene turned around and heard Mommy walking down the stairs. She started to run. And she kept running and running. She got to the door to the outside, and jerked the door open. Her teddy, her only friend, fell out of her hands. But Eugene didn't care. She was free. Free from her father, free from the silence of her mother. Free from the visits in the night. She was running down the streets as her mother called after her. She was running, barefoot and alone. But she was free.
Then there was a pillow pressed over her face. April struggled, her arms moving through the quickmetal. She couldn't breath. Then she was Eugene again, eyes closed as her father knocked on the door. Then she was April, working in the brothel, trying to avoid Clifford's anger and punishment. Then she was nothing, nothing but an animal trying to get air, trying to live, to escape. Then she was April again. And her hand was sticking into open air. She struggled forward, trying to swim through the metal. Then there was a burst of light and air, and April was free. She fell from the celling, breathing deep deep breaths.
She hit the Silt. April looked around. If she had thought about it, she would have wondered how she had got there. Then she started to run. Angle's point was leaning crazily, parts of it bubbling like boiling water, others growing madly like some crystal. Parts were melting, others mutating. April started to run, remembering the street she had run down ten years ago. She ran, wanting to get as far away from Angle Point as possible. Then the entire structure collapsed, a crashing sound that drowned out everything.
April tripped on something and fell, rolling down a silt dune. She lay in the silt, breathing heavily. Her Silt suit had gotten ripped a bit, near her stomach. It was practically useless for camouflage, but would still work great to move through the Silt. But at that moment all April could think of was breathing. As her breath slowed down, her eyes dropped. She was tired, bone tired, tired of everything it seemed. Memory's had come unbidden, and she was tired of keeping them down.
├óÔé¼┼ôAPRIL!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess shouted, walking around point zero of Angle Point's destruction. ├óÔé¼┼ôFAIR LADY!├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester boomed. Arnold was not bothering with shouting, rather climbing to the top of the tallest silt dune and looking around. ├óÔé¼┼ôFuck!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess tore his Silt suit hood down, letting him see better ├óÔé¼┼ôI never should of let her go├óÔé¼┬Ø. Winchester placed his hand on the younger man's shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not your fault, lad├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts none of our faults├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said ├óÔé¼┼ôno!├óÔé¼┬Ø He stormed off, walking to where Arnold was scanning the horizon. He walked past the other man, who was stony faced. ├óÔé¼┼ôJeremiah!├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôLeave him├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôApril's alive├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere is my lady?├óÔé¼┬Ø he looked around. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight there├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold pointed at were April lay, sleeping ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's asleep, so please don't yell├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs she all right?├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell yeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe managed to run quite a distance├óÔé¼┬Ø he pointed out the foot prints ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd she tripped on the Silt dune, fell down and rolled around for a bit├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou can tell all that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not a complete incompetent├óÔé¼┬Ø. Winchester shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôI was not implying anything├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôJess will probably stumble on her in a few minutes. Lets go set up camp├óÔé¼┬Ø. They both walked away from April. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou sure she is alright?├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe was breathing, there was no blood. What could be wrong?├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Jess almost tripped on April, when he did find her. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said, sliding his feet out from under his so he could look closer at April. ├óÔé¼┼ôGo away, Cliff├óÔé¼┬Ø She moaned ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sleeping├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her slightly. April moaned something incoherently. Jess ran his hands up to her face and leaned in, kissing her. April's eyes shot open as Jess closed his. She was shocked into stillness, her mind still foggy from sleep. Then she smashed her hand into Jess's face, slapping him in the side. Jess rolled off her, grimacing in pain.
Then April realized who she had struck. ├óÔé¼┼ôJess?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked, rolling on top of him. ├óÔé¼┼ôPlease don't hit me again├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said, wincing. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh Jess├óÔé¼┬Ø April said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø. She kissed him, pushing his chin up with her finger. They both lay that way for a moment, the wind blowing softly. April and Jess were in a gully, hidden and out of view. Jess responded in kind, rolling over so he was on top of April. April felt his hands run under the upper part of the Silt Suit, pushing up and under the black material. She giggled, her head laying back. His hands were so smooth.
Then a memory welled up. Knock. Knock. Knock. ├óÔé¼┼ôHoney?├óÔé¼┬Ø Daddy through the door, muffled through the metal door. April's hands shoved Jess away, his hands slipping out from under her shirt. April shuddered, goose bumps running along her skin. After that early memory came the more recent ones. Clifford, and his sweaty, stinky brothel. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's wrong├óÔé¼┬Ø. April closed her eye's, forcing the memory's down. She sat up and grabbed Jess, forcing her lips on his ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, muffled.
Then Jess was gently pushing her away. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not exactly good at reading people, but├óÔé¼┬Ø he trailed off ├óÔé¼┼ôThis...you can't just ignore what happened. What's wrong├óÔé¼┬Ø. April forced a smile ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ônothing at all├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jess frowned, thinking. April felt her self deaden slightly, anger at her lie welling up. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm lying. There is something wrong├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess asked. April closed her eyes ├óÔé¼┼ôIts better to leave it in the past├óÔé¼┬Ø April said ├óÔé¼┼ôLets find the others├óÔé¼┬Ø. She stood up, brushing her shirt off. Jess nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm always here, if you need me├óÔé¼┬Ø. April smiled wanly, wishing she was stronger ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks, Jess├óÔé¼┬Ø she said.
The man sat at the piano, playing a slow melody. It was haunting and deeply disturbing. The piano itself was old, cracked with age. It was a minor miracle, and a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into it, that the strings were even intact. But, when Judas Whittaker had found it many years ago, he had instantly fallen in love with the haunting, warped notes the piano would put out. It enchanted him, even now, how the piano was still beautiful, but twisted.
Eugene watched her father playing the piano, hugging her teddy bear to her chest. The melody had brought her down stairs, despise her mothers insistence that she sleep. But Eugene couldn't help but follow the notes, down. Down. Eugene looked at her fathers back, bent from age. At his hair, the hair that was beginning to go gray. Hatred and love wormed their way through her little mind. Eugen had hated and loved her father sense when he had first...
Eugene couldn't think about it. Wouldn't...think about it. She turned away from Daddy, her little almost squeezing the teddy bear in half. She tip toed up the stairs, as the melody stopped. Then one of the stairs creaked. ├óÔé¼┼ôMellisa?├óÔé¼┬Ø Daddy asked. Eugene started to run, run faster. ├óÔé¼┼ôEugene!├óÔé¼┬Ø Daddy shouted, anger in his voice. He was behind her ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you doing, its late!├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, grabbing her arm. ├óÔé¼┼ôLET ME GO!├óÔé¼┬Ø Eugene shouted, kicking at Daddy. He gasped as his knee gave way under Eugene's foot.
Then he was tottering backwards, grabbing at something, anything. But the stair case had no banister. His fingers slipped along the walls and he began to tumble back down the stairs. There was a wet crack and Eugene stared at her fathers body. He was still breathing, but there was something unnatural about how his arm had bent, at how his legs twitched. At the massive bump next to his kneecap. Eugene felt cold. ├óÔé¼┼ôJudas?├óÔé¼┬Ø Mommy said from down the stairs.
Eugene turned around and heard Mommy walking down the stairs. She started to run. And she kept running and running. She got to the door to the outside, and jerked the door open. Her teddy, her only friend, fell out of her hands. But Eugene didn't care. She was free. Free from her father, free from the silence of her mother. Free from the visits in the night. She was running down the streets as her mother called after her. She was running, barefoot and alone. But she was free.
Then there was a pillow pressed over her face. April struggled, her arms moving through the quickmetal. She couldn't breath. Then she was Eugene again, eyes closed as her father knocked on the door. Then she was April, working in the brothel, trying to avoid Clifford's anger and punishment. Then she was nothing, nothing but an animal trying to get air, trying to live, to escape. Then she was April again. And her hand was sticking into open air. She struggled forward, trying to swim through the metal. Then there was a burst of light and air, and April was free. She fell from the celling, breathing deep deep breaths.
She hit the Silt. April looked around. If she had thought about it, she would have wondered how she had got there. Then she started to run. Angle's point was leaning crazily, parts of it bubbling like boiling water, others growing madly like some crystal. Parts were melting, others mutating. April started to run, remembering the street she had run down ten years ago. She ran, wanting to get as far away from Angle Point as possible. Then the entire structure collapsed, a crashing sound that drowned out everything.
April tripped on something and fell, rolling down a silt dune. She lay in the silt, breathing heavily. Her Silt suit had gotten ripped a bit, near her stomach. It was practically useless for camouflage, but would still work great to move through the Silt. But at that moment all April could think of was breathing. As her breath slowed down, her eyes dropped. She was tired, bone tired, tired of everything it seemed. Memory's had come unbidden, and she was tired of keeping them down.
├óÔé¼┼ôAPRIL!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess shouted, walking around point zero of Angle Point's destruction. ├óÔé¼┼ôFAIR LADY!├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester boomed. Arnold was not bothering with shouting, rather climbing to the top of the tallest silt dune and looking around. ├óÔé¼┼ôFuck!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess tore his Silt suit hood down, letting him see better ├óÔé¼┼ôI never should of let her go├óÔé¼┬Ø. Winchester placed his hand on the younger man's shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not your fault, lad├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts none of our faults├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said ├óÔé¼┼ôno!├óÔé¼┬Ø He stormed off, walking to where Arnold was scanning the horizon. He walked past the other man, who was stony faced. ├óÔé¼┼ôJeremiah!├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester shouted. ├óÔé¼┼ôLeave him├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôApril's alive├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere is my lady?├óÔé¼┬Ø he looked around. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight there├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold pointed at were April lay, sleeping ├óÔé¼┼ôShe's asleep, so please don't yell├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIs she all right?├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell yeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe managed to run quite a distance├óÔé¼┬Ø he pointed out the foot prints ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd she tripped on the Silt dune, fell down and rolled around for a bit├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou can tell all that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not a complete incompetent├óÔé¼┬Ø. Winchester shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôI was not implying anything├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôJess will probably stumble on her in a few minutes. Lets go set up camp├óÔé¼┬Ø. They both walked away from April. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou sure she is alright?├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold said ├óÔé¼┼ôShe was breathing, there was no blood. What could be wrong?├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Jess almost tripped on April, when he did find her. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said, sliding his feet out from under his so he could look closer at April. ├óÔé¼┼ôGo away, Cliff├óÔé¼┬Ø She moaned ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sleeping├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril!├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her slightly. April moaned something incoherently. Jess ran his hands up to her face and leaned in, kissing her. April's eyes shot open as Jess closed his. She was shocked into stillness, her mind still foggy from sleep. Then she smashed her hand into Jess's face, slapping him in the side. Jess rolled off her, grimacing in pain.
Then April realized who she had struck. ├óÔé¼┼ôJess?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked, rolling on top of him. ├óÔé¼┼ôPlease don't hit me again├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said, wincing. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh Jess├óÔé¼┬Ø April said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry├óÔé¼┬Ø. She kissed him, pushing his chin up with her finger. They both lay that way for a moment, the wind blowing softly. April and Jess were in a gully, hidden and out of view. Jess responded in kind, rolling over so he was on top of April. April felt his hands run under the upper part of the Silt Suit, pushing up and under the black material. She giggled, her head laying back. His hands were so smooth.
Then a memory welled up. Knock. Knock. Knock. ├óÔé¼┼ôHoney?├óÔé¼┬Ø Daddy through the door, muffled through the metal door. April's hands shoved Jess away, his hands slipping out from under her shirt. April shuddered, goose bumps running along her skin. After that early memory came the more recent ones. Clifford, and his sweaty, stinky brothel. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat's wrong├óÔé¼┬Ø. April closed her eye's, forcing the memory's down. She sat up and grabbed Jess, forcing her lips on his ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, muffled.
Then Jess was gently pushing her away. ├óÔé¼┼ôApril├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not exactly good at reading people, but├óÔé¼┬Ø he trailed off ├óÔé¼┼ôThis...you can't just ignore what happened. What's wrong├óÔé¼┬Ø. April forced a smile ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ônothing at all├óÔé¼┬Ø. Jess frowned, thinking. April felt her self deaden slightly, anger at her lie welling up. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm lying. There is something wrong├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess asked. April closed her eyes ├óÔé¼┼ôIts better to leave it in the past├óÔé¼┬Ø April said ├óÔé¼┼ôLets find the others├óÔé¼┬Ø. She stood up, brushing her shirt off. Jess nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm always here, if you need me├óÔé¼┬Ø. April smiled wanly, wishing she was stronger ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks, Jess├óÔé¼┬Ø she said.
Right. aGorm, if you could...illustrate the 'clash of the titans' near the end of the episode and make it really cool. It would make my day. Not necessary, but nice.
Oh and enjoy the show!
Winchester kicked a small sliver of quickmetal, sending it rolling in the Silt. Arnold had found a small perch to sit on, a large chunk of quickmetal that was slowly shifting from shape to shape. Arnold slowly moved with its motions, and managed to be somewhat relaxed. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn place├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester muttered ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing worth looking at├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold asked, pointing up. Winchester's head snapped up. Then his eyes bulged. Arnold was slack jawed too.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey guys├óÔé¼┬Ø April said cheerily, walking up to them with Jess straggling a bit behind her. April looked at the two men ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you looking at?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked. Jess glanced up, then stared too, mind boggling. April sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell I suppose if your so busy├óÔé¼┬Ø she muttered, banding over and grabbing their pack, witch had been placed on the ground. She slid it on. Then she glanced up, just to see what they were looking at.
├óÔé¼┼ôHoly god├óÔé¼┬Ø She muttered, the back pack slithering off her shoulder and plopping down into the Silt. Then a dark shadow covered the ground, and everything was black.
13 was amazed. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey should be dead├óÔé¼┬Ø He muttered, still clutching his new cup of bourbon. 00 was smiling softly, looking at his partner. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe sent a fifth operative├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWatcher├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø 13's cup of bourbon exploded, his fingers spasming and crushing the glass in his hands. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Watcher!├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said, his face beat red. Then he remembered who he was talking too. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou care this much about some...some stranger? She's not even magical!├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said, forgetting his prior guilt over sending April on a suicide mission.
The Watcher. 13's mind was reeling once 00 and 01 finished talking. The Watcher was a legend. No, more then that. The same way King Arther, Adolph Hitler and Gregor Mickelson were household names, names that everyone remembers and will remember. 13 knew of the Watcher when he was still named, still a young lad of ten. He still couldn't remember who had first told him about The Watcher. And now The Watcher was being sent to protect a nonmagical. A nonmagical, ex-whore.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou must tell no one├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you do├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThen you will die├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. 13 nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI am loyal├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI know where my priority's lie├óÔé¼┬Ø. 01 opened his mouth to say something, then 00 cocked his head, placing his hand on his partners chest to stop him. ├óÔé¼┼ô13├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNeeded now├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. 13 nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôYes, sirs├óÔé¼┬Ø he bowed slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôRemember├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 said ├óÔé¼┼ôTell├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo one├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 finished. 13 nodded and walked out of the room.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhats wrong?├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 asked, striding into the main control center. ├óÔé¼┼ôSir├óÔé¼┬Ø a young woman, buxom almost to the point of hilarity, her number forgotten by 13, snapped to attention ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething wrong is happening at Angle Point├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôPut it on├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said. The woman nodded, turning around to her post. The room was not the same as the rest of the building, made of hard metal and gleaming walls. This room was far far more valuable. It was a nest of spells, so fragile that bringing a digital watch into the room would screw it up, and as such the room was made of the most valuable substance in the World.
It was valuable, even more then platinum, or gold. Or quickmetal for that matter. It was valuable, even in the World that Was. 13 ran his hand over the wall and sighed. He always loved touching wood, real wood. It had been grown, deep underground, tended too by 101 and 121, both Life givers. In the center of the rounded room sat a single orb of natural grown Siltcrystals. It glowed with an inner light, bright green. The buxom woman tapped a control bud, a magical rune carved in the wood. The entire wood console lit up and the Siltcrystal flashed. Then the room was gone, melted away and the buxom woman and 13 stood at what looked about a mile above the Silt.
The Net was bulging wildly, quickmetal flowing out of it like a blobby pustule. The thing was regrowing into a new Angle Point, to fill in the sudden, huge, gap in the Nets influence. ├óÔé¼┼ôHoly god├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 murmured. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Net is regenerating at 500 percent efficiency!├óÔé¼┬Ø the buxom tech said. The view in the room suddenly jerked madly, suddenly plummeting down, dimming. Then as it hit the Silt, everything winked out. Then they were standing back into the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôFUCK!├óÔé¼┬Ø the buxom tech shouted, almost kicking the wooden frame ├óÔé¼┼ôWe were interlacing with that Soulless for months├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, pointing to the crystal, that was no longer glowing.
├óÔé¼┼ôGet right to interlacing with another├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd tell the upper ups that we have a big problem├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôApril├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said as the huge tendril of the Net covered the sun itself. April looked at him. His hand rested on her shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets get out of here├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said, looking up ├óÔé¼┼ôNOW!├óÔé¼┬Ø. April nodded, slapping Winchester on the back. Winchester snapped out of his revere and blinked. Then he started to run after April and Jess, who were already cresting the nearest siltdune. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo what do you think it is, guys?├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold asked. He looked around. ├óÔé¼┼ôGuys?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked, looking around.
Then Winchester heard something, skidding to a stop as he reached the top of the siltdune. ├óÔé¼┼ôArnold!├óÔé¼┬Ø he shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôRUN!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Arnold spun around in time to see the portal open. The N.E.T's reinforcements arrived. A portal snapped open for a split second, made by 'twining' together different threads of space time, and binding them in a quantum continuity loop. That is, in laymen's terms, magic. Then a bipedal, four armed, armor plated, single pilot, death dealing machine stepped through the portal and it snapped close.
├óÔé¼┼ôOh fuck├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold muttered, taking a step backwards and falling on his backside, the Silt giving way a little too much for his balance. The mech's upper arms were machine guns. Or more accurately four machine guns, mounted on the sides of the pylons that each arm wielded. The lower arms were two high power, fifty gigawatt lasers. They would vaporise most people in a few microseconds and could take down a castle over fifty miles away. Arnold reached for his fire stick, then realized that his was somewhere in the ruins of Angle Point.
Then the Silt behind him erupted, exploding outwards as thousands, millions of Soulless poured out of fissures in the ground. The Soulless streamed out, and clouded around, till they formed into a recognizable shape. A Siltstrider stood, roughly twice as tall and wide as the prior one. It stood, sixteen eyes blinking one by one. Its mouth opened slightly, an undulation running down the sides. Then it beat its chest and roared at the mech. The sound was deafening, and Arnold clapped his hands to his ears, and Winchester dropped his sword, as he had pulled it half way out from his scabbard.
The mech leveled its machine guns at the Siltstrider, but the strider leaped forward and brought its hands down, grabbing at the machine guns, ripping them aside. The machine guns started up, silenced rather efficiently. The bullets were case less, but they streamed out of the machine guns like soup. The arms strained back, resisting the Siltstrider as it tried to stretch them away. Some bullets, by chance or aim, tore apart the upper shoulder of the Siltstrider, sending Silt flying.
Then something gave in the mech and one of its arms was torn from its moorings. The Siltstrider took the arm and smashed it against the mech's head. A bit of the cockpit caved slightly, and the shadowy figure that they could see through the cockpit recoiled. The mech's twin fifty gigawatt lasers fired and punched huge hole through the Siltstriders stomachs. The strider roared again and smashed the side of the mech with the mech's own arm. The Mech jerked to the side, the machine gun raking the Silt dunes. Winchester ducked, but April had to be pulled down by Jess. Where she stood exploded a moment later as an antitank round struck it.
The mech was over sixty feet tall, after all.
Oh and enjoy the show!
Winchester kicked a small sliver of quickmetal, sending it rolling in the Silt. Arnold had found a small perch to sit on, a large chunk of quickmetal that was slowly shifting from shape to shape. Arnold slowly moved with its motions, and managed to be somewhat relaxed. ├óÔé¼┼ôDamn place├óÔé¼┬Ø Winchester muttered ├óÔé¼┼ôNothing worth looking at├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats that?├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold asked, pointing up. Winchester's head snapped up. Then his eyes bulged. Arnold was slack jawed too.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey guys├óÔé¼┬Ø April said cheerily, walking up to them with Jess straggling a bit behind her. April looked at the two men ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you looking at?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked. Jess glanced up, then stared too, mind boggling. April sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWell I suppose if your so busy├óÔé¼┬Ø she muttered, banding over and grabbing their pack, witch had been placed on the ground. She slid it on. Then she glanced up, just to see what they were looking at.
├óÔé¼┼ôHoly god├óÔé¼┬Ø She muttered, the back pack slithering off her shoulder and plopping down into the Silt. Then a dark shadow covered the ground, and everything was black.
13 was amazed. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey should be dead├óÔé¼┬Ø He muttered, still clutching his new cup of bourbon. 00 was smiling softly, looking at his partner. ├óÔé¼┼ôWe sent a fifth operative├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWatcher├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø 13's cup of bourbon exploded, his fingers spasming and crushing the glass in his hands. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Watcher!├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said, his face beat red. Then he remembered who he was talking too. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou care this much about some...some stranger? She's not even magical!├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said, forgetting his prior guilt over sending April on a suicide mission.
The Watcher. 13's mind was reeling once 00 and 01 finished talking. The Watcher was a legend. No, more then that. The same way King Arther, Adolph Hitler and Gregor Mickelson were household names, names that everyone remembers and will remember. 13 knew of the Watcher when he was still named, still a young lad of ten. He still couldn't remember who had first told him about The Watcher. And now The Watcher was being sent to protect a nonmagical. A nonmagical, ex-whore.
├óÔé¼┼ôYou must tell no one├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you do├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThen you will die├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. 13 nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI am loyal├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI know where my priority's lie├óÔé¼┬Ø. 01 opened his mouth to say something, then 00 cocked his head, placing his hand on his partners chest to stop him. ├óÔé¼┼ô13├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNeeded now├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 finished. 13 nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôYes, sirs├óÔé¼┬Ø he bowed slightly. ├óÔé¼┼ôRemember├óÔé¼┬Ø 01 said ├óÔé¼┼ôTell├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo one├óÔé¼┬Ø 00 finished. 13 nodded and walked out of the room.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhats wrong?├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 asked, striding into the main control center. ├óÔé¼┼ôSir├óÔé¼┬Ø a young woman, buxom almost to the point of hilarity, her number forgotten by 13, snapped to attention ├óÔé¼┼ôSomething wrong is happening at Angle Point├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôPut it on├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said. The woman nodded, turning around to her post. The room was not the same as the rest of the building, made of hard metal and gleaming walls. This room was far far more valuable. It was a nest of spells, so fragile that bringing a digital watch into the room would screw it up, and as such the room was made of the most valuable substance in the World.
It was valuable, even more then platinum, or gold. Or quickmetal for that matter. It was valuable, even in the World that Was. 13 ran his hand over the wall and sighed. He always loved touching wood, real wood. It had been grown, deep underground, tended too by 101 and 121, both Life givers. In the center of the rounded room sat a single orb of natural grown Siltcrystals. It glowed with an inner light, bright green. The buxom woman tapped a control bud, a magical rune carved in the wood. The entire wood console lit up and the Siltcrystal flashed. Then the room was gone, melted away and the buxom woman and 13 stood at what looked about a mile above the Silt.
The Net was bulging wildly, quickmetal flowing out of it like a blobby pustule. The thing was regrowing into a new Angle Point, to fill in the sudden, huge, gap in the Nets influence. ├óÔé¼┼ôHoly god├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 murmured. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Net is regenerating at 500 percent efficiency!├óÔé¼┬Ø the buxom tech said. The view in the room suddenly jerked madly, suddenly plummeting down, dimming. Then as it hit the Silt, everything winked out. Then they were standing back into the room. ├óÔé¼┼ôFUCK!├óÔé¼┬Ø the buxom tech shouted, almost kicking the wooden frame ├óÔé¼┼ôWe were interlacing with that Soulless for months├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, pointing to the crystal, that was no longer glowing.
├óÔé¼┼ôGet right to interlacing with another├óÔé¼┬Ø 13 said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd tell the upper ups that we have a big problem├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôApril├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said as the huge tendril of the Net covered the sun itself. April looked at him. His hand rested on her shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets get out of here├óÔé¼┬Ø Jess said, looking up ├óÔé¼┼ôNOW!├óÔé¼┬Ø. April nodded, slapping Winchester on the back. Winchester snapped out of his revere and blinked. Then he started to run after April and Jess, who were already cresting the nearest siltdune. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo what do you think it is, guys?├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold asked. He looked around. ├óÔé¼┼ôGuys?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked, looking around.
Then Winchester heard something, skidding to a stop as he reached the top of the siltdune. ├óÔé¼┼ôArnold!├óÔé¼┬Ø he shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôRUN!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Arnold spun around in time to see the portal open. The N.E.T's reinforcements arrived. A portal snapped open for a split second, made by 'twining' together different threads of space time, and binding them in a quantum continuity loop. That is, in laymen's terms, magic. Then a bipedal, four armed, armor plated, single pilot, death dealing machine stepped through the portal and it snapped close.
├óÔé¼┼ôOh fuck├óÔé¼┬Ø Arnold muttered, taking a step backwards and falling on his backside, the Silt giving way a little too much for his balance. The mech's upper arms were machine guns. Or more accurately four machine guns, mounted on the sides of the pylons that each arm wielded. The lower arms were two high power, fifty gigawatt lasers. They would vaporise most people in a few microseconds and could take down a castle over fifty miles away. Arnold reached for his fire stick, then realized that his was somewhere in the ruins of Angle Point.
Then the Silt behind him erupted, exploding outwards as thousands, millions of Soulless poured out of fissures in the ground. The Soulless streamed out, and clouded around, till they formed into a recognizable shape. A Siltstrider stood, roughly twice as tall and wide as the prior one. It stood, sixteen eyes blinking one by one. Its mouth opened slightly, an undulation running down the sides. Then it beat its chest and roared at the mech. The sound was deafening, and Arnold clapped his hands to his ears, and Winchester dropped his sword, as he had pulled it half way out from his scabbard.
The mech leveled its machine guns at the Siltstrider, but the strider leaped forward and brought its hands down, grabbing at the machine guns, ripping them aside. The machine guns started up, silenced rather efficiently. The bullets were case less, but they streamed out of the machine guns like soup. The arms strained back, resisting the Siltstrider as it tried to stretch them away. Some bullets, by chance or aim, tore apart the upper shoulder of the Siltstrider, sending Silt flying.
Then something gave in the mech and one of its arms was torn from its moorings. The Siltstrider took the arm and smashed it against the mech's head. A bit of the cockpit caved slightly, and the shadowy figure that they could see through the cockpit recoiled. The mech's twin fifty gigawatt lasers fired and punched huge hole through the Siltstriders stomachs. The strider roared again and smashed the side of the mech with the mech's own arm. The Mech jerked to the side, the machine gun raking the Silt dunes. Winchester ducked, but April had to be pulled down by Jess. Where she stood exploded a moment later as an antitank round struck it.
The mech was over sixty feet tall, after all.
Well, its been one of those days...
http://www.onebob.co.uk/darren/pics/mechvsstrider.jpg
Well, its prob nothing like you envisaged, but artistic inturpratations never are...
aGorm
http://www.onebob.co.uk/darren/pics/mechvsstrider.jpg
Well, its prob nothing like you envisaged, but artistic inturpratations never are...
aGorm